This may be the saddest article I have read all week.

Let me see if I have this right: Having good friends is important because they further your goal of endless material gain, aka success? Nothing about how they may provide a shoulder to cry on when you are depressed at have fallen off the Stairmaster of life, if only temporary before they throw you right back on with a shout of No time for tears now, get on with it!

Nothing about how you can be the shoulder and thus receive the greatest gift of all, the pearl beyond price, that is, the knowledge that you have comforted a dear friend in time of trouble? I truly hope that I have not understood you correctly.